Saturday, 25 August 2012

Windswept Hills

Kiss the skull for good luck
And tussle its straggly hair
Heads on posts and
Grudge holding ghosts
Wailing on the wind swept hills
They grin and stare
Maws agape
Leering full of hate
Freely giving
Passersbye the chills
Wailing as they do
On the windswept hills
But kiss a skull when you pass
To avoid ill luck and
Have no truck with
Curses against them or suffer
Saccharine reverses
And evil perverses
The likes of which you not soon forget
Much ado about regret
Lick a skull for good measure
Those who seek treasure
Or you might end up joining them
You might end up owning a
Lonesome post yourself
As other things more dangerous than these
Slow moaning ghosts
Lurk in the windswept hills

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